Morissa found the walk down the trail to be quite relaxing and, before she knew it, she had reached the end of the trail only to walk out onto a wide dirt road, marred with imprints of horse hooves and straight lines. Such a cart to make those kind of tracks was coming from the right, Morissa noticed, its rider a grizzled looking gentlemen who was wearing some drab farming clothes and a straw hat.
“A farmer? Hmm. Perhaps I could hitch a ride from this fellow,” mused Morissa as the cart came ever closer to her. “I've got the coin, and besides, what kind of man would leave a lovely woman like myself standing on the side of a dirt road?”
With that thought, Morissa planted a kind smile on her lips and calmly strode up to the man and his horses, waving a hand to the man as he looked down at her. “Hello, good sir! Beautiful day for a ride, is it not?”
The man grunted and shrugged his thick shoulders, looking around at the fields and trees. “Aye, I 'spose one could say so...if the circumstances were different.” He spat away from Morissa and rubbed a hand across his lips. “I'm sellin' the last stash of my feed n' supplies to the village up this road. The land's not doin' too well, unfortunately. Some damn vampire coven has decided to take roost up in the waterfall caverns. They've been comin' down and takin' people every other night it seems, and I'm not stickin' around for their chance at me!” The man paused for a moment and spat once more to the side of his cart.
“I'm headin' for the coast, up to that fancy harbor town. Can't remember the name at the moment, but it's up that way, trust me! Gonna get gold to buy me a ship and sail away from the bloody nonsense goin' on around here...” The man sighed and looked down at Morissa, his wrinkled face studying her own. “Can't think a lady such as yerself would stick 'round these parts. Might be you want'a come along with me, aye? Could probably find good work at that harbor...”
Morissa thought for a moment, digesting all the information this old man had just given her. "I can stay and seek out that coven...surely they would know who I am and would gladly restore me to undeath...but, perhaps I should not mingle with them. I am Morissa Thorne, of course! There must surely be a suitor with higher standing nearby a wealthy location such as this harbor the man speaks of..."
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